HeeleyBridge

Hello Muddah, hello Fadduh, Here I am at Camp Grenada Camp is very entertaining and they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining. Chap coming to have a look at the bedroom window in about half an hour if he turns up. Thing is open wider down the hinge side than the opening. Hinges fubar I expect. Can't be bothered to investigte TBH. Like I said to the management, my days putting plastic windows in werre a long time ago. They were cr@p then and they're cr@p now, but what do I know? As the above mentioned management is doing a fair impersonation ot the cartoon Tazmanian Devil (on speed) I am going to have to abandon my cuurent hiding place and head out to the shop. I shall use the pretense of fetching mik and dawdle all the way there and all the way back. I'll try to be back in time for the start of cricket on the radio, just in case it every stops raining. Condolences to Richard and family, thought to all sick, injured and missing in action. Just walking in the rain, getting soaking wet ...

I was thinking about something similar the other day. When I was a kid I listened to rock'n'roll. By the time I started playing at around 15 that music was about 20 years old. The music we listened to when I was 15 is now 40 years old! Which of course makes the stuff I play now about ready for it's pension, but it won't be laying down anytime soon 'Er indoors has gone outdoors for the day, so after whizzing through as many "while I'm out can you just" s as I can be bothered with have time for, some ME time will ensue. My "modelling cupboard" doors are getting hard to close, due to stuff being chucked in and the doors quickly closed to avoid undue attention, today it will be restacked, categorised, organised and sprinkled with fairy dust. Thoughts to all those who are not at their best. "To the Bat Cave!!!"

Depression isn't a solitary thing, which most people don't understand, it affects the whole family. It can be pretty devastating as we found out some 15 years ago. We're still overcoming some of the aftermath to this day. You just have to be there and try not to sink yourself, which is easier said than done. OK enough of that. I will have a listen to the YooToob klips Pete posted later when they won't be interupted by heartwarming yells of "Turn that ****** guitar down", SWMBO is off to do her charity shop gig in a few. I'm off on the weekly Mumday (as it's known around here) shortly after. Glad to see Mick survived his latest visit to the land of Henderson's safely. I have survived similar journeys to the lands west of the big 'ills myself. Thoughts as usual to those sick, injured and missing. I shall now 'Tally Ho!'.

Morning all from the sunny suburb (which used to be a village) south of the place known as Sheffeld (south of Rotherham). Did you know that when Heeley Station was built, the passengers boarded the the train (at the north end) in Yorkshire. The goods yard entrance was in Derbyshire. The actual border, toll bar (and customs post) was just about where R**ls of Sheffield is now. Where I live was annexed absorbed by the world's pothole capital in 1901, when our house was built. Yes, Sheffield's road's system has little foibles, like most of the ones that go anywhere being closed and the others are full of potholes. A particular favourite ploy is to narrow the road to one lane by building out the pavement, then to stick a bus stop in the middle of the now single track road- result gridlock and huge queues. Another is to completely close a main route for resurfacing, the partially close parallel or alternative routes (turning them into traffic light slalom courses). result= gridlock and huge queues. Then complain that the congestion means we need more traffic calming schemes and to get cars of the road. The traffic is already calm ... it hardly bl**dy moves. We don't need c0ckw0mbles driving round here, we have their less intelligent cousins planning, building and *coughs* maintaining them, thanks very much. Nuff said. "Delicate blooms Sergeant Grimshaw, delicate blooms" The sun has got his hat on this morning, so I think a turn around the park may be in order. Thought to all not at their best today.

To quote me old Dad - sounds like somebody shaking wasps in a jam jar. Is that the kind of stuff you jam in the kitchen? I would ( or the guitar certainly would) be thrown unceremoniously into the garden by the management if I made a racket like that in the house. She didn't look like she was enjoying herself much though, more like she was being tortured. Prettier than Gary Moore though. I wouldn't burn the guitar yet though, you never know when busking may be required (see above ).

We have to show you dirty people how to do it We don't need no steenkin high tech we have talent We don't need extension mirrors when towing the van, it's ony 10 ft wide edit: We don't need no steenkin quote to show up in the post, everybody knows who we are answering ...

To quote Lemmy from Motorhead (when somebody shouted that we couldn't hear his vocals) : "You don't know how lucky you are my friend".

Mick, you seem to spend almost as much time coming to Sheffield as I spend trying to escape!

Bright and sunny morning here. 'Er indoors has gone to pick up grandkids for the day. Sorry Gordon, no nasturtiums (nasturtia?) were being thrown, the said taverna is situate at Crosspool, I just forgot to put it in the original post. Little bit of F1 today I hope. Best to all sick, injured, recovering and issing in action.

Course it does Nigel.

I'm saving up for one of these...

I am reminded that I passed my test 14/07/76. Car? Yamaha RD250DX. Car? Eventually - 12/06/91. Interesting couple of days. #1 Son informed me that he has been promoted to deputy manager (a pub which I feel may be known to Bluebottle of this parish) on Wednesday. Yesterday my sister in law called in, bouncing with excitement that #1 nephew had an interview for a new job that would get him off the stupid zero hour contract he's on now. #1 Son says "Well as soon as I knew I'd got promotion I rang my cousin and said 'get yer @rse down 'ere and apply for me old job' he's got it before he arrives". Brownie points all round Positive waves aimed at those ailing, recovering and missing in action.

After thoroughly enjoying the summer, which took place this year on Monday, I spent yesterday indoors watching the rain. The trivial cold serious man flu which had been threatening over the weekend obviously enjoyed the summer too. So I decided to catch up with some stuff that I could do between coughs and sneezes. Things look like getting expensive for the next month or so. I got a letter inviting me to my eye test, two years have passed rather quickly. Mrs Blind as a bat HB will follow a fortnight or so later so that will take care of the 'recreational spending' for a while. No beer for Mrs HB for the duration .. Time passing fast was confirmed by a text just recieved from EE, They invited me to "call in at Skegness EE shop" for a huge discount on my end of (two year) contract "upgrade". I think I'll pass on Skegvegas thanks! And I think I'll have the phone unlocked and shop for SIM only this time. I never use the damned thing, it's so my Mum can get hold of me anytime (and of course for Mrs HB to use anytime she has to ring a mobile which aren't covered in the calls package on the land line). A glass of the finest single malt cough mixture was lifted last night in tribute to Jock. Another was lifted to all those sick, recovering and missing in action.

It's been a pleasure and a privilege to make your acquaintance, so long Jock.

Guitar shop : check Other Emporium : check Bus home : er nope ... Crown for pint of Old Boot : check Bus home: check Kn@ckered: check Turns out bus had broken down. The best laid plans of mice and men etc. Happily bumped into an old schoolfriend in the pub, had half an hour to catch up on the 20 years or so since we last met. The management had actually started to notice I wasn't here! And so as Mr Pepys might had said "and so to siesta" ...

The sun is out, the sky is blue. Usual Monday business lies ahead, nice to have all the days in the right order again after last week's bank holiday and of course another just ahead of us. As it's nice I may take a (very gentle and unbearably slow) walk down past the old station. This will take me to the emporium of expensive twangy logs, but I am on scouts honour to only buy the required strings - no pedals, amplifiers or especially twangy logs will be tolerated by the management.. This of course entails passing a place that's name rhymes with pails, snails, tails or whales - management didn't think of that hehe... Thoughts with those ailing and absent. And orft we jolly well go Raymondo

Like Andy said. I don't have any more words either.

Lovely sunny morning here in the valley of the Sheaf, hopefully the temperature will rise to match it's pleasantness. I was awake but barely functioning at 4am. Many thanks to the c0ckw0mble down the road who, presumably he had lost his keys, decided that the best way to get in would be repeatedly kicking the front door. He seemed to desist when somebody (leaning out a a very high attic window at no little peril to himself) yelled "break a window you drunken f@rkin' @rseb@dger! " Well said that man, *coughs* just what I would have said myself. Mrs HB gone off with her sister to fetch a table. I am abuzz with excitement. No. Really. I. Am. Thoughts to all those sick, injured, missing in action and the families of absent friends.

Time to go to sleep Jock. Sweet dreams.

Good morning on the Monday that isn't Monday. Tomorrow of course will be Monday that's not Monday too and I shall be confused as to what day it is for the resst of the week. (For the sake of sanity I will explain to those that don't know, Monday is pension day, I pick up Mum's and take it down for her as she can't manage the 2 mile hike to her 'local' PO anymore.) At least I remembered it was a bank holiday this time!. Friday was interesting, with Grandson and his new bike. We managed to get the saddle lowered and ten whole minutes trying to teach him how to pedal it before the gods of cricket threw rain hail snow gales and a little more pestilence at us. His Dad picked him up at tea time and left his big sister who was staying overnight. Saturday saw an early start as her indoors and granddaughter were off to and early showing of Jungle Book. I thought I'd get some peace, but a ist of 'have this done before we get backs' appeared. Brownie points were duly earned. Formula 1 watchedand guitar soundly thrashed and yesterday. The latter revealled that the fretwork on my Japanese Strat is going to require some expensive attention before much longer. I shall have to make enquiries about the local luthiers and their charges. 21 small bits of nickel silver wire is going to cost several locos I think. That said, it hasn't had any major work done on it in the last 21 years since I got it. And so to today, I've been reading the back pages this morning and have finally caught uo. Thanks to AndyB for the card for Jock. And as I am now being beckoned from the certain doom that is the kitchen, I shall leave with thought for the sick, injured, recovering and missing in action. Coming dear .. razzinfazzinDickDastardlygrrrrrrr